Shared Female Sexual Fantasies - Volume 5: Women Reveal Their Secret Sexual Thoughts, Part 2

Anonymous

First of all I'd like to say that I love this website. Its been a lot of help to me. I don't think that I have a particular fantasy but I did have this one dream. When I was 13 one night while I was sleeping, I had this dream that my dad had a party @ my house with his friends. He gets an urgent phone call and has to leave. He leaves me to serve drinks to his friends. I give a drink to one of his friends and when I turn around he feels up my ass, close to my vaginal area. I know its wrong but it feels really good. I turn around and indulge myself in a deep kiss. He caresses my breasts, teasing me. Another one of the friends sees what's going on. He decides to join in. We go into the sitting room where there. Are 3 other men. One of them lays me down on top of the table. They caress and kiss me all over. They take turns undressing me. By now I'm soaking wet. I can see how aroused they are by the bulges in their pants. I want to be filled. But they just keep teasing. The man that felt me up gently removes my panties. He touches my pussy very lightly. He rubs my inner thighs, teasing me immensely. I grab him toward me. Everyone is sitting and watching. I unzip his pants to reveal his enormous erection. I try to grab his cock, but he won't let me. Instead be bends over and starts to lick my clit. I moan with pleasure. He licks me up and down. I want his cock in my pussy. I yell I want you! Now! He stands up and I take his cock in my hand and ram it into my pussy, as I loudly moan. I spread my legs as wide as I can. With every time he puts his cock in, slowly at first, I moan and groan. He wasn't fully in yet. I yell, " deeper!" and he obeys. The feeling is amazing. He speeds up, slightly humping me while fucking at the same time. I can feel myself cumming. I yell ," faster!!" and again he obeys. He keeps going until I scream out in pleasure. I orgasm and he pulls out of me and cums all over my naked body. I'm breathing heavily. I lie there as each take their turn on me. Every time I scream into an orgasm. The last man decides something different. He picks me up, takes me upstairs and ties me to the bed post. He kisses and caresses me until I'm near cum. Then he stick his shaft up my vagina and he hold my hips down so I can't move. He fucks me, gently at first but then harder and harder. Until I almost reach orgasm. And then he stops. Be does that several times to torture me. He spoons me a little. Then he thrusts his cock over and over till I scream and shake in orgasm. The others are outside listening in. After I orgasm and he spills all over me, he untied me and passionately kisses me. Then leaves. When I woke up from this dream I was sweaty and my clot was aching. I stuffed my fingers into my panties and massaged my clit for about a minute. I had an intense orgasm and I had to fight with myself not to scream aloud.

Debbie

My fantasies have always been about having my pussy eaten, fingered and licked by another woman. I am a heterosexual, but whenever I think about having my pussy devoured by another woman, I get hot and my pussy gets drippy wet. My fantasy takes place in my office following a set of interviews for a personal assistant. After meeting with 3 women and 4 guys, I have made my selection and ask her to meet me the next day. She comes in promptly and sits across me with her legs apart. As we talk about goals and expectations, I notice that she is not wearing any panties and has spread her legs further apart. As our conversation continues to personal matters, she gets up and stands in front of me and pulls up her skirt and asks me, "Would you like something sweet?" I reach for her glistening shaved pussy and as I touch her, she moans and her body quivers. I stop and tell her that she is naughty and that her probationary period has just been extended. She starts to undress me and talks to me about how much she wants my pussy. Once I'm completely naked she sits me back down on my chair and starts to finger my pussy pulling her wet fingers out and licking them and sometimes wiping my pussy juice on my erect nipples which she sucks on. Her fingering my pussy has become more aggressive and my moans louder and I'm begging for more. Next I feel her tongue licking my pussy. The sucking sounds are driving me crazy as I try to hold back my orgasm. She begs me to let go and let my pussy juice flow into her mouth. Once I did, she sucked me harder. I let her rest a few minutes before I ordered her to fuck me again. We did this all day and everyday for lunch.

Amy

My boyfriend and I are on the couch. We're snuggling and kissing. He looks at me then whispers in my ear, "I love you, Amy. I'll spend my life with you." I smiles and kiss him long and hard. He returns my kiss and smiles. He puts one hand between my legs and rubs my pussy softly through my panties. I try not to moan cause my mom is sleeping in the other room.

"Garrett... I love you so much." I tell him as I get on his lap. He smiles and we kiss. He grabs my ass and spanks me softly. He knows how much I love when he does that to me. "Baby, you make me feel so naughty." I tell him and he grins. "That's cause you are naughty." He replies and spanks me again.

He starts to push up my black tank top that's kind of small so it just covers my breasts. He notices I'm not wearing a bra so he starts to lick my nipples.I bite my lip and he puts his hand under my skirt and inside my black panties. He would then slip 2 fingers inside me and starts fingering me hard. I would moan loud.

We would both strip fully and he'd lay me back on the couch, kissing my body. I would stare at him as he got down to my soaked pussy. "Baby, you're so wet." he would say as he would lick my pussy so I would moan. "It's your fault..." I replied as he would lick me more, licking faster making me moan his name louder.

He would stop and be over top of me again, the head of his hard cock rubbing on my pussy making me moan a little. He would smile as he slid himself inside of me, both of us moaning as he did. "Baby, you're so tight." he would say as he started to pound me hard, both of us moaning loud.

"And you're so big." I would reply as he would finger my ass while he pounded me harder and harder until he was pounding me the hardest he could. We were both moaning the loudest we could. He would finger my ass the hardest possible which made me scream his name and cum on his big cock. When I came on his cock he would cum inside my pussy.

We'd be breathing hard and kissing. We'd ell eachother how amazing it all felt then we'd do it again.

Well that was my fantasy I had about my boyfriend and I. Hope you enjoied it.

Anonymous

One of my favorite sexual fantasies is about being with a woman, though I am not a lesbian at all. I have this fantasy about masturbating in a bed with the covers down when a nun opens the door and finds me. Then she strips off her clothes and comes over and puts her pussy on top of mine and we screw until we come to an orgasm.

Anonymous

I think there's something really wrong with me. When I was a teenager, I came across some websites that involved peeing and watersports, and started thinking of those things when I masturbated. The past few years, I can only orgasm when I think about things like that. And lately, it's hard to orgasm unless I imagine children (not specific children I know, but random children) urinating on me. It's totally weird. I mean, it freaks me out, because I would never hurt a child, and people who do make me sick, but I can't come any other way.

When I was a lot younger (like when I was 3 or 4 til when I was 11 or 12), I used to fantasize about the same thing.
I don't think it's normal, but I can't stop.

Dawne

My most prominent fantasies are set in the Renaissance, sometimes with men, sometimes with women. They all contain the same characters--Miranda, Aaron Sr., Aaron Jr., and Leili. Here is one of them (it's rather lengthy, but it gets me going):

Miranda & Leili the Twins
Miranda and Leili leaned back, enjoying their heated man-made pond [the twins' Renaissance equivalent of a very large hot tub].

Miranda stretched her legs above the water, one at a time, revealing the two-hundred-year-old breeches she hadn't taken off more than five times since they had been made especially for her on the day she was initiated into the clan as a true Alucard. "Leili, wherever did you come up with this?" She put her hands together behind her and laid her head on them, closing her eyes.

"A Gaul princess," she replied with no forethought.

Her sister's eyes flicked open in surprise. "When did you meet a Gaul princess? You weren't old enough to leave your--"

"Our," Leili corrected.

"I never met him," Miranda said with a certain heat. "You weren't old enough to leave your father before we met."

"I didn't meet the princess before we met, Miranda. I met her after Aaron--your son, not your husband--died. You do recall that I ran away, don't you?"

Miranda nodded, remembering the sad day she had learned her son had tried to walk into the church of the town in which he had been raised. It had been only months since he had taken advantage of the sorcery in his blood that his mother had never acknowledged to seduce the latter into him. The memories were too painful to grasp, so she let them slip away.

"Well, I ran off to a more northern part of Gaul, happening upon the castle of a king. I became a servant, his daughter's Chief Lady-in-Waiting. I have few fond memories of those few weeks. That girl was soo annoyingly tender-skinned. Not only skinned, but minded, hearted, ugh. She wouldn't last a day in the real world..."

"I'm not sure I'm following you anymore, Leili. Is there more to this story?"

"Oh, yes, but I highly doubt that you would be interested in hearing it."

"Oh?" she replied, a genuine hint of curiosity in her voice. "Try me."

"You'll never look at me the same way again," Leili warned darkly. "Ever."

Miranda shook her head. "Leili, I learn something about you every day, as do you me. Go ahead. After all I've been through, I'm fairly sure that I can handle whatever you throw to me."

"Ah, don't be, but you asked for it, so throw it I shall:

"As I said, I became this girl's, Marcelle was her name, Chief Lady-in-Waiting. The girl was very pretty--slender, tall, white-blonde, ivory-skinned, deep blue eyes, extremely attractive. That is what vexed her father so: she was beautiful, yet she resisted marriage. She had turned down the very most eligible bachelors who had come to her, all seeking her hand, none even asking for a dowry. Gregoire, her father, was beginning to worry. After all, she could easily be in even richer families than her own, married to princes of immensely wealthy kingdoms, but she refused."

"And he confessed all of this to you, a lowly servant girl..." Miranda trailed off, inviting an even more thorough explanation.

"I have my ways, dear sister. Just because you refuse to acknowledge that you are indeed, by blood, a sorceress, does not mean that I do. He was troubled, so I gave him a draught that made him speak freely to me."

Her sister could not help but comment. "Original."

"Isn't it, though?" Leili replied with a spiteful glare. "Whether you approve or not, I did it and he gave me the answers I wanted with no more force. He was deadly afraid that his daughter had developed a...very queer attraction to..." She paused, unsure whether it was safe to continue the story.

"To..." Miranda prompted.

Leili sighed and continued. "To females, to her own kind. And he told me, most candidly, that he had hired me because I am an attractive female myself. He figured that giving her constant access to another pretty girl would prove or not that she was, indeed, attracted to women. This rather disconcerted me. After all, there are very few of us who appreciate such usage of ourselves, even if it is very much in compliment.

"I left and went to my own quarters, a small room off of hers. I lay and thought about what Gregoire had told me. The whole thing was very interesting, indeed, you must admit. So I lay there most of the night, considering whether or not I should just leave and return to you. After all, it really wasn't a very inviting prospect, being a subject of such observation. But, toward the end of my reverie, it actually began to appeal to me. At least it would take my mind off of dear Aaron, which was the point of the entire endeavor in the first place. I decided I would put Gregoire's mind at peace. The decision put my mind at peace. Eager to put something into action, I took off the top layers of my servant dress.

"The next morning, I awoke to Marcelle calling my name. She was a very whiny little brat. I slipped out of bed in nothing but a very thin, fitted dress. I believe that I took the little thing very much off-guard--"

"Little thing?" Miranda asked. "If she was being married off...how old was Marcelle?"

"Our age. I simply call her 'little thing' because she was so very petite and--"

"Our age. Two hundred fourteen, a little over, a little under? Really?"

Once again, Leili glared at her sister with much spite. "Fourteen, Miranda, she was fourteen. Now would you please stop interrupting me? Yes? Good.

"As I was saying, I believe that I took her very much off-guard. Her eyes grew to the size of the teacup she drank from every morning and her mouth was daintily hanging open just wide enough to see the slightest bit of her tongue." Before Miranda could ask, Leili answered a question she fully anticipated. "The dress was very thin indeed. It was the sheerest material I've ever seen used for clothing, and white of all colors. Marcelle got a very pretty look at me that morning. Eventually, I decided that I needed to gather and return her composure; so went the day. Evening came without more incident than her staring at me more often than at all necessary, though I had donned the rest of my dress. But indeed, so then evening came.

"The day had gone by without incident. She was very exhausted--Gregoire had taken her riding--and lay in bed fully clothed. This was the perfect chance. 'Marcelle,' I crooned. 'Dear, you cannot sleep in your things. I need to wash them.' She simply groaned and rolled onto her stomach. 'Marcelle, dear,' I repeated, but she still gave no more response than grunting and turning away. So, I sat, right beside her head. I lifted it into my lap and stroked her hair. 'Would you like for me to take them off for you?' Given as she only groaned yet again, I decided to take it as 'yes'. I went over to her armoire and pulled out her very softest and thinnest nightgown; I laid it at the foot of the bed before sitting and taking her head into my lap again. 'I am going to undress you, Marcelle, all right?' I daresay she wasn't even half-concious when she nodded. I slowly stripped her until she was in only her satiny undergown. I could see through it just as she had been able to see through mine that morning, and I could not well blame the men for their obsession with her."

Miranda's eyes grew very large at the statement. "Leili...?"

She raised her eyebrows. "Do you want me to go on? I told you you would not be interested in hearing it."

"Oh, no, it's not that. I am very interested indeed. I'm just...surprised. It doesn't sound like you. You were so in love with Aaron--"

"The men's obsession with Marcelle was well-grounded," she continued, more loudly than before. "Her figure was so perfect. I knew that the test would not be valid unless I was quite sure she was awake, so I shook her very gently until she fully came to. She was not happy with me, that was for certain. Apparently she had been dreaming well. Very well. She was positively livid. I calmed her down a bit and told her that she needed to help me get her gown off. 'I am perfectly capable of dressing and undressing myself, Leili,' she snarled. 'But you weren't only a few moments ago, Marcelle,' I replied gently. I needed to make her happy with me. But that child was ridiculously tenacious. No, I won't put it nicely. That child was outright pigheaded! I soon saw that there was nothing I say to ease her temper. So it was then that the test truly began.

"I placed my hands on her shoulders ever so gently and pulled her to me until we were face-to-face. Her eyes grew again when our noses touched. Our closeness was beginning to make her oh-so-slightly nervous. The moment had come, and I had either to act or to leave at once. I acted.

"Without allowing myself a second thought about it, I leaned the rest of the way and met her lips with mine. She was very warm, very soft, but passively resistant, not knowing how or even if to react. I kissed her very gently, with only my lips. She remained passive, but I could feel her surprise melting as her tense body relaxed. I parted her lips with my tongue and slipped it through her slightly-parted teeth, gently forcing her mouth to open. My tongue danced around hers, and slowly, she began to react to me. Her hands traced their way to my shoulders, so we were holding each other. Her tongue joined in the dance..." Leili stopped at her sister's horrified expression. "Shall I discontinue my story?"

"Leili...?" was all Miranda could manage for a few moments. She then shook her head and urged her twin to keep spinning the tale.

"Her tongue joined in the dance, and the kiss turned passionate and deep. That kiss was so intimate that it was all the evidence I needed for Gregoire. But I suddenly had no desire to be at his disposal. I had no desire but Marcelle. I drew my lips from hers and ran them down her jaw, to her neck. Certainly you can relate to that at the very least, can't you, Miranda? Oh, her neck smelled soo sweet. Quickly enough my tongue was running along her neck and her collarbone. I wanted nothing more than to taste her, Miranda. She tasted as I imagine the scent of a flower would taste if it were tangible. Oh, she was delicious. My lips once again found hers, and our kissing was hard this time. Very hard. Long and hard and deep. She pushed me down onto the bed and kissed with such passion it was staggering. I never wanted to stop.

"Marcelle was the next to withdraw. She took her turn kissing my neck, but she could not get down so far, as I was still fully dressed. This infuriated her. She ripped off my servant dress until I was in nothing but my undergown, and then kissed even lower than I had. When she could no longer force the neck of my dress downward, she ripped it down to my waist and tore it off me. She was a greedy little dog. Her hands slipped down to my breasts and squeezed them, very hard, taking out all her previous frustration on them. Oh, that was an amazing sensation. Marcelle's bad-tempered disposition was suddenly becoming very alluring. Then her head slipped down to one breast. Her tongue touched the nipple and both of them hardened to her touch. She ran her tongue in circles around it, teasing me, being so terribly cruel. When I didn't believe I could take it passively anymore, her lips came down and she suckled like a small child--a ravenous child.

"As she suckled me, her hands traveled down my body--over my waist, my hips, the tops of my legs. When she got to my knees, she slipped her hands between my legs and ran them back up, stopping at my..."

"You're what?"

"I'm not quite sure what to call it actually," Leili admitted.

Miranda, getting very angry at the constant stop-and-go, said with a gesture to her own body, "Show me where."

"You shouldn't have said that. You really want me to show you?"

"Yes, Leili! I want you to finish your story!"

Her twin sighed and reached out a hand to flit it across the area below her stomach and between her legs.

"Oh!" Miranda gasped in surprise at an acute sensation that ran through her body at the touch.

Leili cast an apologetic glance before speaking again. "Marcelle sounded like a kitten when she had me touch hers. So there: kitten. No, that sounds too innocent. Pussy. Yes, that's another name for a cat, and not so innocent.

"Her hand was soo soft on me and she was rubbing around an area toward the top. It was driving me crazy! I was breathing very hard; I'd never known anything like it. It was an incredible feel, and I thought that nothing could be more so. That was until her head slipped down from my breast.

"She ran her warm, soft lips down my stomach and met her hand. Her lips there, on my pussy...oooh," the girl moaned, remembering how it had felt. "She kissed right where her hand had been, and as if her fingers hadn't driven me absolutely wild, oh, this...I couldn't breathe. I was gasping for what little air was able to seep into my lungs. I was moaning with pleasure, at the beautiful agony of it all. I thought that that was good. Then her lips came away and her tongue touched. My legs quivered at the contact. It was even worse, the agony. Her tongue traced lower and lower. It wasn't the same agony, and for some reason, I wanted that terrible agony. When I was seriously considering forcing her to return her tongue to where it had been, it slipped inside me. Pardon my fancy French, but--"

"I've been pardoning your fancy French since we met, Leili."

"Actually, you were pardoning my Latin, and I yours. Anyway, pardon my fancy French for this: she was tongue-fucking me."

"Tongue-fucking? What do you mean by fucking?"

"You know how Aaron was...conceived, I should hope? Lord Merynworth didn't knock you out before he made love to you, did he?"

"Certainly not!" Miranda exclaimed. "I should hardly think he was strong enough to take me!"

"You'd been a vampire for eight years by then, Miranda. I think that your initial strength had worn off. He, however, had been a vampire for, what, twenty years?"

"Fifty."

"And he taught you everything. Well, he fucked you with his member.

"Marcelle fucked me with her tongue. That was glorious. I had been choking every sound I made down to moans, but that did it. I screamed with the intense pleasure. And it didn't quell her, as I had been afraid it would. No, it only encouraged her. It felt like she was eating my pussy--it was all so fast, so intense. She flicked her tongue across the sensitive part at the top, and then took something into her mouth--I believe that it was what she had been licking and fingering--and sucked on it. My screams grew louder with each suck; my hips bucked. Just as this very most incredible sensation swept through me, she stopped, making the sensation halt just before reaching my pussy. I moaned and begged her to keep going, just for a short while longer, but she refused. 'You now must do to me what I have done to you,' she told me. She was being soo horribly cruel, and she knew it.

"She slowly, provacatively, removed her dress, fully revealing her perfect little figure. 'You should feel very honored, you know. My father has been trying to give me away to every pretty man in Gaul, but I have refused. You're the only person I have ever been so intimate with.' I could only mmm in response as she rolled over onto her back, allowing me on top. I couldn't waste my time on her breasts--they were already perfectly erect. I immediately slipped my head down between her legs and licked where she had. I found a pea-sized knob and fondled it with my tongue. She was almost immediately gasping as I had after so long. I closed my teeth around it and she screamed as I had. Marcelle was not a patient girl. She rolled us back over so that she was on top, and put her hands beneath my head, forcing me onto her pussy much harder." Leili moaned again. "I grabbed her ass and pulled even closer. Her resulting scream was earsplitting, and suddenly my face was soaked with something that smelled salty and sweet. Marcelle moaned and began to ride my face as she would a horse. 'Make me come again, Leili. Oooh, make me come...' And I did.

"I sucked on the little pea and my face was splashed yet again with the salty-sweet fluid. I sucked harder and it happened again. Marcelle was screaming constantly as I sucked without stopping. It felt like my head was under a waterfall, because as Marcelle screamed the fluid kept coming. I didn't want to stop making her come. And I didn't. She rode me harder and harder and I sucked harder and harder and the fluid kept coming and coming. My arms tightened around her and her hands pressed me closer.

"We never seemed to tire--I made her come, which gave her energy to scream and ride, and that gave me the energy to suck that pea as hard as I could.

"Eventually, Marcelle and I were forced to stop by a guard. He had direct orders from Gregoire to get Marcelle and myself down to supper before the guests arrived. Actually, we continued even as he told us to stop, Marcelle still screaming with the pleasure and riding me. He just watched, the poor fellow, Sebastien, I believe his name was, as I sucked on Marcelle and she shuddered and came and screamed with the pleasure. Indeed, it was not Sebastien who stopped us, but an older guard, happily married as I remember. He grabbed Marcelle around the waist and pulled her off me. She gave a final scream and came once more before he sat her down at the foot of her bed. He ordered me to get her and myself dressed because a very eligible bachelor was to be our guest that afternoon.

"After the men left, I had to get to work cleaning the two of us up. We were both soaked by her...cum, that will work. We were both soaked by her cum, and we had to bathe before anything else. And of course she could not stand being in the tub with me, entirely naked, doing nothing. She must have figured out that I don't need to breathe, because she forced my head underwater and pressed me to her once more. I gladly took the pea into my mouth and sucked. Her screams were even louder from under the water. She wasn't coming as quickly as she wanted, I could tell. She rolled over and sat on my head, riding me again. The water was heating up around my head, so I knew that I was thoroughly successful. She stifled her screams and slowed her ride to a rock when footsteps approached. Of course, the maid couldn't see me, so she assumed she had been hearing things.

"Marcelle rode me hard once the maid left, but didn't scream. Instead, she moaned loudly. She must have realized that I would be discharged if she wasn't ready in time, so she released me after a bit and we climbed out of the tub, panting. She dressed in her very nicest occassion gown as I put on my formal servant dress. As I put up her hair, she had her hand beneath the skirt of my dress, fondling me, making me gasp, but never allowing me to come. When I finally finished, she stood and kissed my lips passionately before taking my hand and leading me down to the dining room, which was empty of guests.

"When the duke finally came he sat on her other side. Throughout the supper, Marcelle's hand was under my skirt, between my legs, fingering my pea and bringing me soo close to coming, but never actually allowing it.

"That night, we were again at it. We were in such a hurry to get back up to her room that we did not hear what Gregoire told us. Marcelle was on me before either of us had undressed, and she pushed my head down. She was screaming the moment I touched the pea, and she came without any more encouragement. I was sucking and she was screaming and riding and coming when we heard the door open--it was a loud door, something that we couldn't miss, even over her screams. It was the duke. As we were fully dressed, he didn't get quite the show he was looking forward to, as he told us later. Apparently Sebastien had told the other guards and the word had gotten around that Marcelle and I were making love to one another.

"We were informed in the morning that the duke, Raymond, had offered to pay for me if he was given Marcelle's hand without her consent. It must have been a handsome sum, because Gregoire had agreed. The wedding was to be in only a week. Raymond was very eager to try lovemaking with two women.

"Marcelle and I made more passionate love that night than the other times combined. That morning, while she was engaged in something else, I left. And so now," Leili finished, "here I sit, in front of my twin sister, wondering what the expression on her face means."

"You...how...why?"

Leili sighed. "Do you want to know why? I mean, really, do you?"

Miranda nodded. "More than anything. I don't understand."

"Miranda, think this over. I can't tell you why. It's far too complicated. I'll have to show you why."

"I suppose you will," was all she said in reply. The girl watched as her sister came closer to her.

"Can you not resist? Just do as I have you?" Leili asked.

"Of course." But she could not help but tense when her twin's hands slipped off the breeches around her hips.

"Don't resist if you want to know. Just relax," Leili crooned as she placed the breeches on the shore beside Miranda's head. As she felt her sister's muscles do so, she slid her hands down and put one between the girl's legs, feeling for the pea she knew caused such pleasure. A sharp intake of breath on Miranda's part confirmed that the knob she felt was indeed what she was looking for. Leili circled the knob with her finger, watching as her sister's breathing grew visibly more ragged. "You see?" she said, pulling her hand away.

"Yes," Miranda whispered, catching her breath. After a moment, she said to Leili, "You never mentioned coming yourself. Didn't you?"

Leili shook her head. "Marcelle refused to fully pleasure me. My only comfort is that she was married to that awful Raymond without me. Yes," she said before Miranda could ask, "I looked. She was miserable for the rest of her life."

"Don't you ever wonder what it would have felt like to come? Don't you wish you had?"

"Of course I do. But there is little I can do about it now."

"But isn't there?" Miranda retorted, then continued more softly. "Why not right now?"

Leili's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh? Now? Are you quite sure about that? You were horrified only a moment ago."

"I didn't understand. Let me help you, Leili. Help me. We've both been robbed of loving men. Our Aarons are gone and we've been alone for a hundred years." Miranda drew close to her sister. "Why not?"

Before the moment could vanish, Leili kissed Miranda, who kissed her back. The kiss was deep and hard, and neither drew back. They leaned into each other, arms searching for the other's clothing, stripping it off and laying it on the shore. When they were both entirely naked, they stopped.

"Leili, you should be the first to come. You've waited and been tortured through it almost happening."

"But you've never come close," the girl replied. "Here." She climbed out of the pond, pulling her sister with her. Before Miranda could move, she turned so that her face was in Miranda's pussy and so her pussy was in Miranda's face. "There," she said before searching for the firm little knob with her tongue. It was easy to find, being so enlarged by excitement. She took it as she had Marcelle's and began to suck.

Miranda, so close to putting her lips on the pea she could see very easily, screamed with pleasure at the sensation. She knew she was coming. Her hips bucked wildly and she felt a hot fluid gush from her. Cum, Leili had called it. Miranda kept coming and cumming, screaming with the pleasure her sister was bringing her. But a feeling of guilt washed over her. Her sister had never felt it. Before she could allow herself to selfishly forget about Leili and continue to come, she put her lips to the larger-than-pea-sized knob that was before her and sucked as she knew her sister was.

It was finally Leili's turn. She could feel the cum rushing from her pussy, soaking the ground and her sister. Unable to hold back, she released her sister and screamed. It felt better than she had imagined. Than she ever could have imagined. She was finally coming, and she couldn't stop the screaming she had so envied Marcelle for. She reached down and pressed Miranda's head closer to her, and she felt Miranda's hands on her ass, pulling her in. Leili's entire body shuddered and she screamed for more. "Oooh, Miranda, oooooh," she screamed. "Make me come again! Make me come harder! More! AAAAAHHHH!!!" she screamed as she came the hardest she had yet. She was riding her sister as Marcelle had done her, and she was riding harder and harder with each spasm that rocked her body, screaming louder and louder. She was suddenly very thankful for their remote chateau as Miranda sucked the pea and made her buck and scream for more and more. Eventually, Leili gathered enough self-control to suck on Miranda, and so they both sucked and came at the same time, rocking and rolling across the grassy ground.

Two erotic immortals. This could be a while...